'When I'm old I'll go to the monastery.' If you understand this,
it's
true alright. You have to see it within yourself. When you sit,
it's
true; when you stand up, it's true; when you walk, it's true.
Everything is a hassle, everything is presenting obstacles - and
everything is teaching you. Isn't this so? Can you just get up
and
walk away so easily now? `Oy!' when you walk. It's prodding you.

When you're young you can just stand up and walk, going on your
way -
but you don't really don't know anything. When you're old, every
time
you stand up it's `Oy!' `Oy, Oy!' - every time you move, you
learn
something. So how can you say it's difficult to meditate? Where
else
is there to look? It's all correct. The devaduta are telling you
something. It's most clear. Sankhara are telling you that they
are
not stable or permanent, not you or yours. They are telling you
this
every moment.

But we think differently. We don't think that this is right. We
entertain wrong view and our ideas are far from the truth. But
actually, old persons can see impermanence, suffering and lack of
self, and give rise to dispassion and disenchantment - because
the
evidence is right there within them all the time. I think that's
good.

- from Everything Is Teaching Us, published by the lay supporters
of
Vimokkharam Forest Hermitage, Melbourne, Australia, posted to
DailyDharma

In the light of consciousness all sorts of things happen and one
need
not give special importance to any. The sight of a flower is as
marvelous as the vision of God. Let them be. Why remember them
and
then make memory into a problem? Be bland about them; do not
divide
them into high and low, inner and outer, lasting and transient.
Go
beyond, go back to the source, go to the self that is the same
whatever happens. Your weakness is due to your conviction that
you
were born into the world. In reality the world is ever recreated
in
you and by you. See everything as emanating from the light which
is
the source of your own being.

Our original Buddha-nature is, in highest truth, devoid of any
atom
of objectivity. It is void, omnipresent, silent, pure; it is
glorious
and mysterious peaceful joy -- and that is all. Enter into it by
awaking to it yourself. This which is before you is it, in all
its
fullness, utterly complete. There is naught else beside.